It was a quiet evening. I was entertaining myself at the computer. I occasionally glanced at my girl, who was in the chair next to me. Naked, of course, except for the cuffs. Her legs were pulled up, her feet on the armrests. She was masturbating for my amusement, using both hands. We spent most evenings this way. It’s a simple joy, but I am a man of simple pleasures.
She gasped a bit and pulled her hands away, clenched into fists. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. I knew she’d take a few seconds to cool down, be less close to the edge, and then continue. Her masturbation was for my amusement, not hers. She was not allowed release.
When she continued I turned in my chair and stroked her cheek. “What’s up, cupcake? You’ve been giving me meaningful looks all day. Something you want to talk about?”
She blushed. It was such a cute habit of hers. “Please, Sir, I was wondering… I was hoping you’d let me cum today? I really need it, Sir, it’s been such a long time. I can’t stop thinking about it, Sir. I’ve been a good girl, Sir.”
“Have you, now? Well, let’s see. How long has it been, about a month?”
“Fifty-four days, Sir.”
I laughed. “Wow, you actually kept count! You’re a hungry little slut, aren’t you?”
She blushed and nodded. “Please, Sir. I’ve been so good.”
“Hmm, really? Were you a good girl during no-touch week?”
“Yes, Sir. I didn’t touch myself there at all. It was very difficult, Sir.”
I cupped her cheek. “It was difficult for me too, sweetling. I missed our evening sessions.”
I thought back some more. “What about during anal dildo week?”
“I was a good girl then, too, Sir. I masturbated… like you said… every evening. You were very proud, Sir. I remember.”
“Hmm, but you made a bit of a mess of it once, didn’t you?”
She blushed and looked down. “I licked it up, Sir, I was a good girl.”
“But wait a minute, I remember giving you permission to cum a few weeks ago. Why didn’t you?”
She blushed again. “I couldn’t, Sir.”
“Ah yes, that was the day I put all those clamps on your cunny.”
“It was because of the one on my clitty, Sir. It hurt so much.”
“Oh right, I remember now. And then you traded permission to take it off for two more weeks not cumming, right?”
I laughed. “I see! And that was exactly fourteen days ago, was it? Now I understand what’s going on.”
“I was extra good, Sir. Oh, please, Sir, I want it so bad.”
Her hands were still busy between her legs. I hadn’t given her permission to stop, after all. Most of our conversations are conducted this way. I stroked her face, and rested my thumb on her lips. She started sucking it instinctively. She’s a well trained girl.
“Well, I think you’re right. You have been a very good girl indeed. And of course…”
She looked up at me, eyes wide and hopeful. So fucking cute.
“… of course, good girls don’t cum.”
She caught her breath, stifled a sob. Then she closed her eyes and nodded.
Such a good girl.